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Alan Ackles poured himself a scotch turning on the evening news.

The pretty blonde reporter stood in front of an elegant very modern looking high end store. When the camera panned up Alan growled in irritation. The name of the shop was Ackles Design Hair Salon and Spa.

Snapping up his phone Alan dialed his lawyer. "Matt what the hell is going on? I thought we had an injunction against Jensen opening his,.. his disgrace using the Ackles name."

Attorney Matt Bomer closed his eyes counting to ten silently. Alan Ackles was his biggest client and biggest pain in his ass. Alan second son Jensen was the black sheep of his ultra conservative religious family. He was gay and he did hair.

"We did have a petition with the court. Judge Jeffrey Dean Morgan reviewed the petition and throw it out. Your son is the most sought after hair dresser in the state Alan and Morgan’s wife Hilary has a standing appointment with Jensen once a week."

Alan started to pace his home office. "That’s outrageous! I want the atrocity shut down Matt. I won’t have that little faggot drag the Ackles good name through the mud." Alan snapped.

"Alan he is hardly dragging the Ackles name through the mud. All the Bush women get their hair done by Jensen. Hell he even cuts Jr’s hair." Matt sighed he knew what would come next money.

"And before you get going about the money to open the Salon. Jensen hasn’t touched any of his trust. He had one investor Samantha Ferris and the rest of the money came from investments he had made through the years."

"He had to have had loans. What are the banks? I’ll make some calls and his loans will go away." Alan demanded.

Matt sighed again pinching his nose. "I just told you Jensen didn’t take out any loans. The only person he answers to is Ms. Ferris."

"I will just talk to her then." Alan said with a huff.

"I wouldn’t advise doing that Alan unless you decide to sing your son’s praises. Samantha Ferris is Jensen’s self appointed mama bear. She will gut you with out touching you. Look Alan it’s not like Jensen is going to bad mouth you in the press. He hasn’t given one interview since you announced your intention to run. Let this rest." Matt rubbed the throbbing vein in his temple.

"Little bastard is just waiting for the most critical time to screw me." Alan grossed.

"Just don't say anything or do anything Alan. I’ve got to go.

Promised Maggie I’d be home to put the girls to bed." Matt hung up before Alan could bitch some more.

Jensen spun Hilary around in the chair. "So Hil what do you think my lady?" Jensen asked with a smirk knowing the answer already.

"Genius! You’re an artist Jensen, this is perfect. With Gage’s first birthday party I need easy." Hilary Barton stood up pulling

Jensen into a hug.

"Tell JD just because he’s a judge now doesn’t mean he can slack in the dad department." Jensen said returning the hug and dropping a kiss on Hillary’s cheek.

Judge Jeffrey Dean Morgan sat in the waiting area flipping through one of the many magazines his reading glasses perched on his nose. He looked up as his wife emerged followed by Jensen.

Every time he saw Jensen Jeff was stunned by the man’s absolute beauty. With perfectly spiked cinnamon colored hair, artistically arched eye brows, pouty porn lips, a smatterning of pale gold freckles along sharp cheek bones and the brightest emerald gold eyes he had ever seen. Today those eyes were line in Kohl making them stand out more. Jensen’s toned body shown to the T in a tight Heavy Metal Band t-shirt and tight ripped faded blue jeans and black cowboy boots.

"Give Jen your credit card Jeff. He’s an artist." Hillary said giving a little twirl.

"You look fabulous baby." Jeff took Hillary’s hands pulling her into a kiss.

"No charge Hillary. Jeff helped with my sperm donors petition to stop the opening. This ones on me." Jensen smiled at the couple who he counted as friends.

"Don’t forget Gage’s party Saturday noon. I expect you and the boys to be there." Hillary said shaking her finger at him.

"Wouldn’t miss it. Steve and Christian are excited. I think they have bought every sports related toy from here to Vegas."

Mackenize Ackles rushed into her brother’s salon past the couple leave. "Jensen! Jensen! Have you heard?"

"Mack?" Jensen asked shocked. He hadn’t had any in personal contact with either of his siblings since he came out when he was twenty. He was even more shocked when she threw her self into his arms sobbing. "Jesus Mack what happened."

"It’s Daddy. Someone killed Daddy." Mack sobbed against Jensen’s chest.

A midnight blue 2011 Dodge Charge pulled up into the circular driveway of the Ackles home. Crime scene tape was already across the front door. Detective’s Jared Padalecki and Chad Michael Murray flashed their badges as they entered.

CSI Misha Collins looked up as the two men walked into the home office of Alan Ackles. "Hey Gigantor see you were able to pull Chad away from his Alicia Keyes CD." Misha laughed as Chad flipped him the bird.

"Hey Little man. What do we got?" Jared asked crouching next to the body.

"Alan Ackles shot one time in head assassination style." Misha pointed to the bullet hole in the glass window.

"I know who did it. Lee Harvey Oswald from the School Book Depository." Chad said with a chuckle.

"Fuck wad!" Jared snapped slapping his partner hard in the stomach.

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Jared walked outside along the house to the window of Alan Ackles home office. The bullet hole in the otherwise pristine sheet of glass looked like a rock chip on the windshield. Half a dozen cracks spread out from the pea size hole like a spider web.

Turning around Jared looked at the trajectory his head tilted slightly to the left he could see that the shooter could have used the large oak tree in the park across the street from the Ackles home.

・

You are trampling on Donnas・ prize roses!・ a female voice screeched.

Turning around Jared was confronted with a tiny fiftyish looking woman with pursed lips and her arms crossed over her chest, a diamond the size of Texas on her finger and Cartier watch on her wrist.

・Trampled roses are the least of Donna Ackles worries at the moment Madame.・

The indignant woman stalked passed Jared with intention on going inside the house. Chad stepped in her way.

・Please move young man.・

・

Where are you going Madame?・ Jared asked putting his hands in his coat pocket.

・

I・m going into the house to comfort my dear friend. Donna has got to be distraught with all you people stumping around here.・ She glared at the two detectives with an air of distain.

・

The Ackles home is a crime scene. We can・t let you inside. Please allow me to take you to back patio where the family is.・ Chad said politely put his arm out to guide the woman.

・

I am well aware of direction of the Ackles patio.・ She snapped before marching off avoiding touching Chad like he had the Black Plague or something.

Chad watched her make her way around the side of the house.

・She knows we・re the police not street hustlers right? That is a woman who has never worked a day in her life, bitch. I bet she just lays there like a dead fish while her husband fucks her.・

・

Thanks for that visual stuck in my head Mayhem. Gross.・ Jared said wrinkling up his nose. ・I・m thinking that big oak is the shooters spot. Should get Misha to check the trajectory.・

The sound of one of the uniforms arguing with a man on a motorcycle caught Jared

・s attention. ・What・s going on over there?・ Jared started down the sloping circular drive.

・

Look Officer my name is Jensen Ackles. Now let me pass I would like to see my family.・ Jensen said clutching his motorcycle helmet in one hand.

A silver Mercedes pulled up behind Jensen

・s motorcycle. A petite blonde jumped out running over to man talking to officer. ・Jensen what・s going on? Come on mom needs us.・

・

I・m sorry no one can come in until the techs have done what they need to do.・ The young officer held up his hand.

Jensen handed Mackenzie his helmet.

・Get on my bike Kenz.・

Jensen glared at the officer and started his custom Black V-Rod took off across the immaculate front lawn. The uniforms pulled their guns. Jared and Chad rushed forward.

・

Whoa. Put the guns down. We have it under control.・ Jared said motioning for the officers to lower their guns.

Jensen drove his motorcycle all the way to the edge of the patio. He could hear the detectives telling the officers to put their guns down. He really didn

・t care if they arrested him. His father was dead and Jensen knew his mother Donna was devastated. He got off his bike walking over to where his mother sat.

Dropping down on his knees in front of Donna.

・Mama.・

Tears streamed down Donnas

・ face looking down at her youngest son. With a shaky hand she cupped Jensen・s cheek. ・Oh Jensen baby what am I going to do?・ Donna sobbed wrapping her arms around her son.

Donna loved all her children, she loved her husband too. When Alan kicked Jensen out of after he announced he was homosexual and forbade the rest of the family from having contact with Jensen Donnas

・ heart broke. But without Alan knowledge she had contacted an old friend from college and begged her to watch out for her son.

Samantha Ferris had taken no shit! free spirit she had taken to watching out for Donnas

・ baby boy like a ferocious mother bear. Partly because Donna was a friend, partly because she couldn・t stand Alan Ackles but mostly because she saw Jensen had talent for making people look better and had his own style.

・

What the fuck are you doing here!? Josh Ackles yelled yanking Jensen away from his mother pulling him to his feet. ・Little faggot bastard come to gloat.・ Josh drew back his fist.

Jared caught it before it could connect.

・What the fuck is going on?・ Jared snapped.

Jensen looked up at the giant currently dangling his brother Josh from his hand. He was hit with a sudden wave of lust. Being manhandled by bigger guys was a secret kink of Jensen

・s. The thick flop of chocolate brown hair did nothing to hide the gorgeous fox like hazel eyes. Jensen scanned down the broad shoulders, trim hips he couldn・t help but lick his lips.

・

I・m here to comfort my mother.・ Jensen said returning to Donnas・ side. ・Apparently my brother has an issue with that.・

・

You need to arrest him for murder. I know he killed my father.・ Josh snarled his wife gasped.

・

Wow did you suddenly become a psychic or something? Because you told me you didn・t have a clue who would killed you father not ten minutes ago.・ Chad said stepping into the fray.

・

Joshua Ackles how could you say something like that about your brother?・ Donna sobbed.

・

Mother Fucker!・ Jensen growled before launching himself at his brother.

He had Josh pinned beneath him when an arm like a steel wrapped around Jensen

・s waist lifting him off Josh with little effort.

Jared pulled Jensen off Josh back against his body. His cock took immediate notice of the tight firm ass pressed against it if wiggling.

・Calm down!・

Chad yanked Josh up off the ground.

・I think we should have a conversation with the brothers down at the station.・

・

That sounds like a good idea.・ Jared agreed.

・

Please don・t arrest my sons detective Padalecki. Hasn・t there been enough tragedy today?・

Jared looked at the defeated woman.

・They aren・t under arrest Mrs. Ackles we just need to talk them both in a less volital location.・

・

I want my lawyer!・ Josh demanded.

・

You can definitely have your lawyer Mr. Ackles. Come on let・s take a ride.・ Chad motioned for Josh to walk in front of him. ・I・ll ride down with Joshy boy here in a patrol car.・ Chad said giving Jared a knowing wink.

Jared kept his arm wrapped tightly around Jensen keeping him tucked against him. Leaning down slightly.

・You ready to take a ride?・

Jensen smirked grinding his ass back against Jared.

・I・m always ready to take a ride detective.・ Jensen looked over his shoulder purcering his lips in a mock kiss.

・

Jensen Ross Ackles watch your manners!・ Donna scolded her youngest son.

Jared pushed Jensen forward almost chuckling seeing the chastised little boy look on Ackles.

・Come on let・s go.・

・

Jensen! Do you want us to call a lawyer for you.・ Mackenzie asked.

・

Nah big guy said they just wanted to talk. Don・t worry Mack.・ turning to his mother. ・I・ll have someone come and get my bike and to fix the yard.・

・

Jensen you don・t have to do anything. Just come back when your done with your talk.・

Jensen just nodded and smiled slightly. Looking up at Jared.

・Let・s do this.・

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Christian Kane set his guitar down grabbing the phone that had interrupted his flow. "This better be important Jenny because you’re interrupting the creative process."

"Bite me Kane. I need a favor. I need you to go get my bike at my parents and get someone out there ASAP to fix the lawn." Jensen looked at Jared who chuckled at the part of the conversation he could hear.

"What the hell is your bike doing at your parents?"

"Some one killed Alan last night. Mack came to the salon. My mom needed me. Look I’ll tell you everything when I get done with my little chat with the homicide detectives. Can you do those things for me?" Jensen let his eyes roam over Jared as he talked to Christian.

"Of course. Did you need me to call Jeff?" Christian starting to pace his living room.

"Nah, if I need him I’ll call him. Thanks I have told you lately you’re the best big brother in the world?" Jensen teased.

He had met Christian Kane and Steve Carlson at college. When Christian had found out about Jensen’s family disowning him he said "Don’t worry Jen Steve and I are the best big brothers you’re ever going to have."

"Take care of yourself little brother, love you." Christian said already grabbing his keys.

"Love you too."

Jared pulled the Charger into the Dallas PD parking garage. He had the irrational feeling of jealousy he Jensen said I love you to someone else. "So was that your lover?" Jared asked in snipping voice.

Cocking an elegant arched eye brow. "If it was that is business of yours because?"

"Because I’m a cop and I asked you! Now answer the question." Jared snarled turning so he could glare at Jensen.

"On occasion yes Christian and I have been lovers. But he and his partner Steve are my best friends. Satisfied detective?" Jensen glared back his green golden eyes going icy.

Jared growled reaching over he grabbed Jensen by the back of neck yanking him forward until their faces were almost touching. "That shit stops now! I don’t share. Make no mistake beautiful you became mine the moment you ground your tight little ass down on my cock." Jared watched Jensen’s eyes dilate with a smirk before capturing the plump lips that had been driving him crazy all morning.

Big hands cupped his face a hungry mouth devoured his Jensen squirmed trying to get closer to Jared. He thrust his fingers into Jared thick mane giving the hair a little tug. The sound of a phone ringing made them reluctantly pull apart.

Jared fished his cell out of his pocket. "Padalecki."

"You get lost on the way to the station? Kick it in the ass dude." Chad said watching Josh Ackles pace the small interview room through the two way glass.

"We are on our way in. Did Josh say anything on the way in?" Jared gently pushed Jensen back motioning he should get out.

"Fucker never shut up. Apparently your boy was thrown out of the family when he announced he was gay. According to big bro Jensen has done nothing but drag the Ackles name through the mud. Being one of the most sought after hair dressers in the state and opening his Salon and Spa with clients the likes of the Bushes and all."

"Anything about the murder?" Jared rolled his eyes as Jensen licked his lips and made a kissy face at him as he stepped into the elevator.

"Well of course little brother is the only person with a motive to kill Daddy for revenge."

"I’m in the hall. I’ll drop Jensen in an interview room and come find you."

Chad handed Jared a fresh cup of coffee when he walked into the squad room. "So what the baby brother have to say?" Chad paused looking at Jared’s mouth that look pouty, red and freshly kissed. "Scratch that how did little brother taste?" the question earned him a slap upside the head.

"I’ll interview Josh. You talk to Jensen." Jared said heading toward the first interrogation room where Josh was. There was no way he could be in a small room with Jensen and not fuck him.

Homicide Captain Jim Beaver walked over to Chad. "Who do you have in the boxes?"

"Box one has Josh Ackles oldest son of the victim. Box two has the youngest son Jensen Ackles." Chad said as he searched his desk for a pen. He was forever losing his pen. Jim handed him the one he had in his front shirt pocket.

"Jensen Ackles hair stylist to the Dallas elite? Either one look good for this?" Jim watches Jared walk into the interview room with Josh.

Chad got up. "Too early to tell, my gut says no. Pretty sure Jares says the same." Chad left the squad room.

"It’s about time Detective Padalecki. My patient’s is wearing thin." Josh snapped as soon as Jared entered the room.

"Then Mr. Ackles is suggest you find some more, because I have question’s and depending on your answers we may be here a while." Jared said motioning for Josh to sit down.

"Where is Jensen?" Josh asked sitting down.

"Next door. My partner Detective Murray is interviewing him."

"Little slut is probably fucking him." Josh said snidely.

Jared’s head snapped up make a kid like yucky face. "I hope not, because a police interrogation room is not the sanitary places. Fucking in one would be kind of gross."

Jared chuckled when Josh just glared at him. "Ok let start with where were you about twelve thirty last night?"

"At home in bed fucking my wife." Josh snapped.

"She’ll be able to confirm that?" Jared smirked watching Josh’s face go red.

"Of course she will. You can’t possibly mean you are going to ask her."

"You give having sex with her as your alibi. I have to check it out, unless of course you made a video…" Jared paused

"What!? NO! We did not make a sex video! How dare you insinuate my wife is of low morals." Josh slammed his hand down on the table.

Lean back in his chair. "It’s interesting you say making a sex tape with your wife would make her have low morals but not yourself. Jared loved to get his suspects rattled before getting down to asking the important questions.

"What does any of this have to do with finding who killed my father?" Josh asked frustrated.

"Did your father have enemies?" Jared asked

Jensen couldn’t hide his disappointment when Chad walked into the interview room instead of Jared. Chad chuckled. "No need to look so crest fallen he’s next door with your big brother. Have a nice ride in?"

"The ride was nice, parking was better." Jensen said licking his lips he could still taste Jared on his lips.

"I bet." Chad gave Jensen a knowing wink. "Let’s start with where you were are twelve thirty last night."

"Locked in my Salon with ten twelve and thirteen year old girl scouts and their moms doing hair and makeup. I start my therapy tomorrow." Jensen said with a chuckle.

TBC>>>>

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Her son

・s had been gone for three hours when Donna made a frantic call to Samantha Ferris. Samantha had always known how to handle anything. Once in college when one of the Fraternities had their pledges breaking into the Sororities to steal underwear. Sam met one potential thief in what all the boys had dubbed the ・Victoria Secret Special・ a matching red satin bra and thong panties and six inch stilettos. Then she pulled the 38 special out and told the boy to get his panty fetish satisfied somewhere else.

・

Donna I just found out about Alan. Can you do anything?・ Samantha answered the phone as she watched her lover Laz Alonzo pull himself out of their pool water sloshing down his gorgeous mocha muscled body.

・

Sam the police took Jensen and Josh to the station they have been gone for hours.・ Donna sounded frantic.

Sam waved Laz to come over.

・Calm Donna, take a deep breath and tell me exactly what happened.・

Laz was dressed and getting into his Ferrari within twenty-minutes of Sam getting the whole story out of a distraught Donna Ackles. Laz Alfonzo was one of the best defense attorney

・s in the state and had handled all of Jensen Ackles legal matters for close to six years and he was a Jeffrey Dean Morgan Law partner. He was a little pissed that Jensen hadn・t called him the minute the cop said they were going to question him.

The Dallas Police Department Plaza was old west meets modern architecture. Laz walked confidently past the front desk taking the elevator up to the sixth floor homicide squad.

It wasn

・t the first time Laz had been up there, he was sure it wouldn・t be the last.

・

Alfonzo what the hell are you doing here? Didn・t think we had anyone who could afford you up here today.・ Detective Marcus Patrick clapped Laz on the shoulder.

・

Not what I hear M. You have the Ackles boys up here.・ Laz shook the detective・s hand.

Captain Beaver came out of his office.

・Padalecki and Murray are talking to the them right now. Josh・s suit is already here so you must be here for Jensen.・

・

Yeah that would be him. What is the interview about?・ Laz wanting to get a feel for the way the police were going with the investigation.

・

Routine questions. Murray said they were mostly brought in because they started a brawl at the crime scene. Ricky already ran Jensen alibi for last night, it's solid.・

The door to the first interview room opened Josh and his Steven Colbert look alike lawyer walked out looking like they got their feathers ruffled a bit. Jared stepped out behind them.

・Mr. Ackles let your wife know I・ll be in touch about your where about last night.・ Jared said with a smirk.

Jared went and knocked on interview room number two.

・You guys decent?・ Jared asked opening the door.

Chad looked over at Jared.

・You need to take your boy here out for a drink. He spent last night locked in his salon with a Girl Scout troupe doing hair and makeup.・ Chad shuddered at the mere thought.

・

I・m good. One of my other stylist Alex riley was helping me out and his hair got dyed purple and pink spikes. But you will forgive me if I don't take my shoes off. My toe nails are grape sparkles.・ Jensen said with a chuckle.

Laz walked over to the interview room.

・Hey Jen everything good?・

・

Laz what are you doing here?・ Jensen asked giving the tall black man a back slapping hug.

・

Your mother called Samantha and I high tailed it down here.・

Mackenzie was looking out the window when an old fifty-nine Ford pickup pulled into the driveway parking next to Jensen

・s bike. A hot guy with an incredible mane of reddish mahogany hair hopped out walking over to the motorcycle. The man swung his leg over the bike.

・

Oh my God! Mom! Mom! Someone is stealing Jensen・s bike.・ Mack yelled running toward the front door.

・

Hey get away from my brothers bike. My mother is calling to cops right now.・ Mackenzie yelled at the man.

Christian

・s head snapped up and was confronted with a very pissed off female version of Jensen. ・Whoa little lady. I・m Jensen・s friend Christian Kane and guy in the truck is my partner Steve Carlson. Jensen called me asked me to pick up his bike and call some guys to fix the lawn.・

・

So you say.・ Mackenzie crossed her arms over her chest.

Christian laughed pulling a set of keys from his pocket.

・Would I have a set of keys to Jen・s bike if I was trying to steal it?・

・

When did you meet my son?・ the question came from behind the young girl.

・

Jensen first day at the University of Texas. Steve and I literally ran into him. We were both running to catch a pass. We were looking at the football Jensen was looking at a campus map. We ended up in a tangle of arms and legs.・ Christian told the short version of the first time he and Steve had met Jensen.

・

You watch out for him?・ Donna asked

・

Yes madam we both do. We love Jensen, he・s part of our family.・

Donna nodded and retreated back inside the house. She had failed her son in so many ways. She had let Alan

・s irrational prejudice separate her from Jensen. She let other people take care of him, nurture him see him achieve his goals.

Christian walked over to Jensen

・s sister. ・Tell your mama Jensen will call her.・

Jared swung the Charger into his driveway. Jensen sat in the passenger seat taking in the large ranch style home with a wrap around porch. He saw the fenced in back yard with a big dog house. Even from the outside the place looked more homey then Jensen

・s downtown Dallas condo.

Jared turned to look at Jensen.

・This is home. You should know I have a dog his name is Hunter and he・s a little touched in the head. He might growl at you but most likely he will jump on you and lick you and wiggle around until his knocks himself over.・

・

I am duly warned.・ Jensen got out of the car.

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Jensen watched Jared’s dog Hunter chase his own shadow around in circles until he ran into the bog oak tree in the back yard. He could hear the sound of pans clinking coming from Jared’s kitchen. The tall detective had disappeared into the kitchen ten minutes before telling Jensen his was going to heat up his mother’s homemade chili.

Jared stepped out of the kitchen, the sight of Jensen standing at his deck sliding door watching Hunter took his breath away. Tight grey t-shirt stretched across broad shoulders. Faded blue jean hung low on slim hips cupping a perfect ass. Jared crossed the room slipping his hands of Jensen’s hips pulling him back against him.

"You are so gorgeous baby." Jared murmured as his lips trailed Jensen’s neck.

Jensen slid his hand up until his fingers sung into Jared’s thick mane. He let his head drop back against a broad shoulder. "MMM. I like to hear that. It usually means I’m going to get my ass fucked." Jensen smirked.

"Oh no worries baby, your tight little ass is going to get fucked good." Jared growled sinking his teeth into Jensen’s ear lobe.

Spinning around Jensen licked his lips before slowly dropping to his knees. His hands went to Jared belt buckle. Once Jared‘s pant’s were opened Jensen pressed open mouth kisses along the ridge of his erection in his boxer briefs. He inhaled deeply the heavy musk of Jared, Jensen purred as he pulled the boxers down to reveal the thick hard ten inch cock. Looking up at Jared through long eye lashes Jensen let his tongue trace slit on the leaking cock head.

"Shit! Fuck!" Jared moaned grabbing Jensen’s head forcing his cock deep into the hot warm mouth.

Jensen closed his eyes fighting against his gag reflex. Every thrust Jared’s cock hit the back of his throat. He pushed Jared back a little letting his lips close around the tip swirling his like it was tootsie pop. Jared growled his fox eyes glowing amber he thrust his dick back into Jensen’s abused mouth.

Jared’s whole body tensed the only warning Jensen got before his mouth was flooded with bitter sweet cum. He barely had time to swallow before Jared had him up kissing the all the breath he had left out of him. When he couldn’t take anymore Jensen tore himself away from Jared gasping for a breath.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Jared swore as his knees buckled grabbing Jensen on his way down they landed in a heap on his living room floor. He rolled so Jensen lay flush on top of him. "I think you sucked all my brain cells out my dick."

Jensen sat up straddling Jared’s hips looking down at him with a smile that said trouble. "The question is how is your recovery time Detective? Because my dick is feeling neglected."

With startling quick reflexes Jared flipping Jensen over and had his jeans off. His long fingers teasing Jensen’s hole. "How much prep do you need?" Jared asked his lips against Jensen’s.

"Given me your hand." Jensen brought the long strong hand up sucking three fingers deep into his mouth leaving a generous amount of spit on them. "Give me a little stretch then give me that big cock."

"Condom?" Jared asked saying a silent prayer that Jensen would say no. He wanted to be inside the beautiful man with nothing but skin.

"I’m clean. I’m already screwed if you’re not." Jensen answered.

"Nothing to worry about. I’m clean too." Jared leaned down kissing Jensen with surprising gentleness. Slowly he pushed forward until broke through the resistance of Jensen’s body.

Jensen hiss at the burn Jared kissed his ear. "Deep breath baby. Let me into that hot tight place inside you."

Jared kept the pace slow and steady until he felt Jensen’s body relax. Jensen thrust back against him moaning. "More Jared. Fuck me."

Hooking Jensen’s legs over his fore arms Jared slammed his hips forward making his green eyes lover scream as his cum spilled out between them. Jared grinned down into Jensen’s unfocused blessed out eyes. "My turn."Jensen looped his arms around Jared neck and hung on.

"Ready baby? Going to fill you up." Jared growl as his orgasm racked his body.

Texas gubernatorial candidate Thomas Gibson swung his Lexus into the parking lot of his campaign headquarters. In the hours since Alan Ackles had been shot and killed the Texas Governor’s race has been in chaos. The murder of the man handpicked by the retiring governor Perry had left the conservative Republican Party without a front runner. Which meant the conservative vote was up for grabs.

Instead of taking the religious stance against gay marriage and abortion Gibson had built his plat form on all the border difficulties with illegal’s and drug cartels. He had called a meeting of his staff to go over strategy for snagging some of the voters who would have voted for Ackles.

The shot sounded like a crack of thunder. The bullet Gibson right through the heart from behind, he was dead before he hit the ground. The mail carrier who had just stepped out of the building screamed as Gibson crumbled to the ground. Blood seeped out onto the grey pavement.

The shooter didn’t bother to watch the drama he had created. He took the list from his pocket and crossed Thomas Gibson’s name from the list. There was only three more names on his list and then punishment well have been served.

TBC>>>

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The driving beat of Aerosmith

・s ・Back in the Saddle・ penetrated Jared・s sleep fogged brain. A groan from the man sprawled next made him chuckle as his hand searched for his cell phone.

“Kill it Jay. Make it stop.” Jensen moaned burying his head under the pillow.

“Padalecki.” Jared answered.

“Move your ass gigantor we have another dead politician.

・ Chad said sounding entirely to awake.”

“Sitting up Jared rubbed his face. Shit! Where? Who?

・“

“Thomas Gibson the independent shot like Ackles outside his campaign headquarters.” Chad answered paying for his triple shot latte.

“I

・ll meet you there. Get me a coffee.” Jared hung up rolling over pressing a kiss between Jensen・s shoulder blades. “・Hey baby I have another body.”

“As long as it still has a big dick I

・m good.” Jensen mumbled.

Jared chuckled. “Jen wake up. I have to go to work. There is another dead body.” Jared shook Jensen.

Jared quickly found out that his lover was not a morning person. Jensen mumbled and grumbled falling asleep again as soon as they were on the road.

When Jared pulled up in front of Jensen salon a tall well built man with platinum spiked hair came out handing Jensen coffee as soon as he stumbled out of car.

“Here yah go boss. Your 10 o

・clock will be here in fifteen minutes. “ Alex Riley eyed the guy who walked around to give Jensen a kiss appreciatively.

“Ugh! Tell me it

・s not Jessica. I am not caffeinated enough to face that bitch this morning.” Jensen leaned heavily on Jared.

“Sorry Boss. I tried to get her to let me do her but she insisted on you. By the way who is Mr. Delicious?” Alex asked licking his lips.

“Alex put your tongue back in your mouth. His name is Detective Jared Padalecki and every delicious inch of him belongs to me.” Jensen turned to Jared. “This is one of my best stylist Alex Riley.”

“Nice to meet you. I see you fixed your girl scout doo.”

Jared wave his hand at Alex

・s platinum blond spikes.

“I may be gay but pink really isn

・t my color.”

Alex chuckled.

“I

・ve got to go. I・ll call you later.” Jared kissed Jensen like he was he was the most precious thing in his world.

“Bye baby.”

Jensen went inside directly to the back to change his clothes and get more coffee.

He always kept a change of clothes in his office. He washed his face ran some gel in his hair grabbed his second cup of coffee.

Alex was already giving 81 socialite Anis Steiner her weekly facial when Jensen emerged from the back.

Steve Carlson walked into the salon going directly to Jensen wrapping him in a tight hug.

“Jesus Jen where have you been?

・“

Before Jensen could answer his client walked into the salon.

“I hate to interrupt your little faggot fest but I have an appointment with Jensen.” Jessica Alba said snidely.

Christian Kane had stepped into the salon just as Jessica spoke.

“You

・re a homophobe yet you eat pussy Jessica.” Christian gave a mock shudder. “Oh wait you・re not even doing that at the moment since your personal assistant decided she liked dick.”

Jessica swung around her brown eyes glowing with anger.

“Fuck you Kane.”

“Not even if I was dying and fucking you was the only thing to save me sweetheart. Sticking my dick in a block of ice isn

・t my kinda fun.” Christian gave Jessica his good ole boy smile.

She stomped passed Jensen and Steve. “I

・m going to the restroom. I expect you to be ready for me when I return Jensen.”

“Thanks Kane now she is going to be even more of a bitch.”

Jensen grossed.

“Fuck her. Where the hell have you been boy?”

Christian demanded.

“He was dropped off by a gorgeous giant detective in a sweet Charger. The kiss goodbye was H.O.T hot.” Alex supplied.

Steve laughed “You slut. Is he hung?” he asked.

Jared arrived at the scene of the latest murder just as the ME was loading the body into the corener

・s van. He walked over to Chad who was talking to the mail carrier. Hey.

Chad looked over his shoulder at Jared.

“Kathleen this is my partner Jared Padalecki. Would tell us again what you saw?”

The petite fortyish woman took a deep breath. “I had just pulled into the business park. I saw Mr. Gibson swing his car into a parking spot. He got out and then. Then he was falling to the ground.” They had one of the uniforms take Kathleen down to the station.

Jared walked around the out line made of the body.

From where the blood had pooled he looked across the street to the likely direction the shot had come.

Roughly the same distance as the shot that killed Ackles.

“Think this is a political thing?” Chad asked.

“Nah. I have a feeling that no matter what this looks like reasons behind it is far more personal then political rivalry.”

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The twenty year old new paper clipping had turned yellow with age, but it was still flat and crisp. Never folded, never wrinkled always tacked exactly where it was. It was a reminder, a mark from the past that could never be forgotten.

Body of female found on the Clearview Country Club & Golf Course

The body was found early Monday morning by a grounds keeper

Half buried in a sand pit. The police still have no id or clue for

The woman. The owners of the private golf course released a

Statement that the woman was not a member or employee of the

Golf course.

He had been fifteen years old when her body had been found. She had worked three jobs just so she could support them. She was only twenty-two, she was his sister and he would avenge her death. He already sent two men to hell; there was still three waiting justice. Their time was coming soon.

Donna watched her grand children play in the back yard. She had just finalized the arrangements for Alan

・s funeral. She had held firm to her plan to make the event a small private one sending her oldest son into a temper tantrum. Josh was already in a foul mood after being taken down to the police station.

He had wanted a large funeral with speakers and testimonies on how great a governor Alan would have been. Donna thought it would be hypocritical of the family to proclaim Alan as a murdered savior. Alan stood for out dated conservative views and bigotry. Donna had loved her husband but she knew Alan Ackles was a man of many flaws.

As she watched her grandchildren play Donna thought about watching her children play from the same window. All three of her children had been close. It broke her heart that just one phrase had shattered that closeness. Grabbing her purse and keys Donna left the house heading for Jensen

・s salon. She needed to talk to her son.

Mike Mizanin spun Chelsea Ballock around in the chair making the little girl giggle. He had set her blonde hair into cork screw like curls that cascaded down her back. “So princess what do you think?

・“

“I

・m going to be the prettiest girl in the parade!” Chelsea beamed.

“You most certainly will be Miss Ballock.” Mike bend down picking up the little girl placing her back into her wheelchair.

Jensen came out from the back Chelsea

・s eyes grew big as Jensen put a big stuffed pink bear in her lap. “Can・t have the most beautiful Princess in the parade not have a perfect friend to go along.”

Chelsea

・s mom Gina smile blinking back tears because Jensen and his whole staff had always treated her daughter like she was highest paying customer they had. Jensen never charged them his usual rate for getting Chelsea・s or her hair done. “Oh Jensen you didn・t have to do that?”

Jensen stood up giving Gina a hug. “Now Gina you know I can

・t have people saying I treat my girl badly. What kind of boyfriend would I be?”

“Jensen! Will you dance with me at the party? Christian promised to sing Spirit Boy

・ just for me.” Chelsea asked.

“Of course sweet pea. I

・ll see you tonight.” Jensen kissed the little girl on the forehead.

Donna Ackles had slipped into the salon unnoticed. She felt tears well up in her eyes seeing her son interact with the young girl. Jensen always had a big heart. He had grown into a man she could be proud of.

Alex caught sight of the elegantly dress woman standing in the waiting area. “Hello Madame. Welcome to Ackles Design.”

Jensen looked up to see his mother standing in his salon. “Mom. What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to let you know about the arrangements. You didn

・t come back.” Donna said softly.

“I know. Why don

・t you come back to my office?” Jensen turned to Gina and Chelsea. “I・ll see you beautiful ladies later tonight.”

Steve Carlson shed his clothes as he walked into the bathroom. Hearing the shower running he knew his lover was inside. Slipping inside behind Christian Steve wrapped his arms around the slim waist pressing a kiss on Christian

・s shoulder. “Hey baby.”

Christian let his head fall back against Steve

・s shoulder.

Hey.

・ He turned around fusing their lips together. He pulled Steve further under the spray of water. He let his hands slip down to cup Steve・s firm ass squeezing it in his palms.

Pulling back from the kiss Steve nibbled his way down Christian

・s neck lapping at his collar bone. “Want you to fuck me. Need it” Steve begged gripping Christian thick cock in his hand.

Spinning Steve around Christian pinned him to the wall. Reaching blindly for the bottle of lube they kept in the bathroom because the shower was one of their favorite places to make love. Christian teased Steve

・s hole before coating his cock. With a slow thrust Christian buried himself into his lover.

“Ah fuck Steve.” Christian moaned sinking his teeth into Steve

・s shoulder.

Steve grunted pushing back against Christian. “Fuck yes.”

Finger

・s rough from playing the guitar wrapped around Steve・s cock stroking in time with each thrust. ・Love you. Love you. Christian murmured each man shuddering his release.

Christ now I need a nap. Steve chuckled knowing there was no time to laze around. The Patriots of Texas Parade was that after noon followed by a benefit concert in Heritage Park after ward with Kane as the headliners.

“Think Jenny well bring his giant to the concert?” Steve wondered aloud.

Jared and Chad were going over the witness statements for the Gibson shooting when Captain Beaver stuck his head in.

“You guy

・s need to head down to the parade. Higher ups are concerned about another candidate getting shot.”

“They know we are homicide detectives right? We come in after someone is dead not before.” Chad grossed.

“Just get your asses out there.”

Donna looked around her son

・s office. There were photos of him with celebrities both local and world famous with a photo of Jensen and his two friends she had met the day before Christian Kane and Steve Carlson sat on his desk. There were awards for charity work on the walls. One picture caught her eye. It was an old family picture of the family. It was taken at Jensen・s high school graduation. It was the last Ackles family picture taken with Jensen in it.

Tears welled in Donnas eyes. “You have the last picture of all of us together. After what we did to you why would you keep it?”

“Dad and Josh kicked me out of the family. You and Mack just choose the path of least resistance. Why are you here mom?” Jensen asked sitting down.

“Your father funeral is on Saturday 3pm at St. Albans.” Donna answered fidgeting a little.

“I

・ll send flowers.” Jensen sounded cold even to himself.

“Jensen I would like you to attend and sit with the family. I know we have hurt you but I have always kept you in my heart.”

“You kept me in your heart. You could have kept me in your life, but I guess bucking the great Alan Ackles authority was a little too much. Does the invite still stand if I bring my lover? Somehow I doubt it.” Jensen snarled.

Donna let the tears fall unchecked as she stood.

“The invite still stands. It would mean a lot to me if you came. Of course your young man will be welcome.” Donna looked like she wanted to say more but a knock on the door stopped her.

Alex Riley stuck his head in the office.

“Boss Rebecca Hickenbottom is here in panic mode she is the Grand Marshall of the parade and her hair is flat.”

“Tell Rebecca I

・ll be out in a moment.”

Donna gave her son a sad smile. “I

・ll let you get back to work Jensen.”

Jensen felt like shit making his mother cry. Every word he said he wanted to take back as soon as they left his mouth. But it pissed Jensen off it took Alan

・s murder for his mother to stand up for him against the law Alan had laid down.

Jared parked his car in the lot behind Jensen

・s salon. The Parade route was right in front of the salon. Chad gave him a wink when he headed toward the salon door. “Hey Romeo don・t forget we are still on the job.”

William Devine had been the President of Clearview Country Club for over 30 years. It was his job to make sure the reputation and integrity of the Club was impeccable. During his tenure not one person offered membership had come from a back ground not rooted in Texas history. They had only allowed two minorities to join the club a wealthy Mexican importer with a pedigree of Spanish Royalty. And an Oil mogul whose great grandfather was an Apache Chief.

Recent events of Alan Ackles a long time club member and Thomas Gibson being gun down worried William about the reflection the tragic events could cast on Clearview. The letter that arrived by messenger that morning made him worry even more.

Mr. Devine,

Beware of past deeds. Things you may think are buried in the past will come to light. Two have already fallen, two well fall before it is your turn. But your turn will come.

Sleep tight Sir.

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Jared stepped into the salon his eyes immediately finding Jensen who was using a large barrel curling iron to make thick curls in a beautiful blonde woman sitting in the chair.

Jensen had changed his clothes now in skin tight black jeans with a silver chain dangling to mid-thigh and a faded tan t-shirt with Hollister, CA on the front. The crotch of his jeans tightens uncomfortably.

Jensen could feel someone watching him he turned to look and he caught his breath. Jared stood watching him with smoldering hazel gaze. Biting his lip Jensen forced his attention back to Rebecca giving her hair a final fluff.

“Jensen you are an artist.” Rebecca said in awe. Her hair was perfect and elegant.

“It’s easy when the canvas starts out gorgeous.” Jensen said with a smile helping Rebecca out of the chair.

When Rebecca left the salon Jensen flipped on the closed sign. Alex and Mike had already left to get ready for the parade festivities. He walked over to Jared slipping his finger into the bigger man

・s belt loop. “Hello you.”

Jared cupped Jensen

・s face leaning down to kiss him. “Hello you.” He murmured before his lips sealed with Jensen’s.

The kiss was tender and sweet like a first kiss. Nothing like the kisses they had shared before, it rocked Jensen to his core. Pulling back he licked his lips looking up into Jared hazel orbs. Jensen never had anyone look at him like Jared did with everything feeling expressed inside the wanting, need, affection.

A little shaky Jensen pulled away from Jared. “What are you doing here detective?” Jensen asked taking a step back.

A flash of hurt showed briefly in Jared’s eyes as Jensen stepped back from him. “The brass are worried your father and Gibson

・s murder are political assassinations and other candidates could be targets. Chad and I are here to watch for a shooter.”

“So you

・re scouting the parade? How about charity concert after?”

“I’m here until they remain candidates have gone home. You going to the concert?” Jared asked

“Yeah my two best friends are headlining. Plus a have a dancing date with a little princess.” Jensen answered with a grin.

“Oh really. Dancing with a princess should I be jealous?” Jared reached grabbing Jensen puling close again.

“Chelsea is Little Miss South Land in the parade she has MD and she

・s only 10 years old. I do her and her mother・s hair for all her pageants.”

Rapping at the door made both jump. Chad looked through the window at them with a look of impatient. “I better get outside. Can I have a dance at the concert? Or is your dance card filled?”

Jensen gave Jared a flirty look. “I think I can fit you in detective.” Jensen leaned up pressing a kiss on Jared lips. “You better go.”

Drake Antilles lit his Cuban cigar as he watched the beginning the parade start. He wore his white polo shirt with the Clearview Club emblem tastefully embossed on the left chest. The Club was a major sponsor for the parade and major contributor for the MDA charity concert in the Park.

He had been the Clearview’s golf pro for over twenty years.

Even thought his family had been middle class growing up he had excelled at sports especially golf. Drake had gone to Harvard on a golf scholar ship. That

・s where he had met Alan Ackles, William Devine and John Black. They had been as thick as thieves as his grandma used to say.

After college Drake had when on the pro golfing tour for a couple years before William called with an offer he couldn’t refused. To come be Clearview’s golf pro. Drake jumped at the offer. He became part of the elites inner circle, he had money, beautiful wealthy women swarming him.

Recent events had Drake thinking about his mortality. Alan was murdered. The kid Thomas Gibson murdered. William received a mystery letter. Unlike William who refused to admit he knew what the writer was talking about. Drake remembered.

He watched the slightly pot bellied man in the snow white polo shirt and pale yellow golf pants through the scope of his sniper riffle. The golf pro, the Clearview’s resident gigolo. He had been the one his sister had been meeting the night she died. With a squeeze of his finger he watched his target crumble to the ground.

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Drake Antilles body was still lying where it fell when Jared and Chad made their way through the crowd. Most of the people lining the parade route had no clue of what had happened. They continued with the festivities. Jared knew it wouldn’t take long for the news to work its way through the crowd. Once it did their job would get ten times harder.

Chad crouched down next to the body. "One shot straight through the heart. He was dead long before he hit the ground." Chad looked up at Jared. "Could be a random act of violence."

"Yeah because our luck runs that way. This is our snipers third kill in as many days. Fuck!" Jared cursed.

Chad snapped on his rubber gloves and searched the deceased pockets for ID. "Drivers Licenses says his name is Drake Antilles age 62. Business card says he is the golf pro at Clearview Country Club.

Jared took the card from Chad. "Didn’t Ackles have a membership to the Clearview?"

Jared’s cell phone went off. "Padalecki."

"What the hell is happening? How is there a dead guy when you two idgits were on scene?" Captain Jim Beaver yelled.

"Well Captain we were watching the politicians. Not aged golf pros." Jared snapped back.

"Jesus Christ! This a random thing then?"

"My gut tells me no. These three guys were killed for a reason."

His list was getting shorter. He scratched Drake Antilles name off folding the piece of paper back up and putting it in his gun case. Walking into the designated parking for security for the Parade and benefit concert. He stopped at his car dropping his rifle case in the trunk grabbed his belt and neon yellow vest he headed for the parade.

The band was warming up doing a sound check. Some of the MDA volunteers who were setting up tables and chairs on the edges of the dance floor stopped to listen. A couple of the teenage girls helping waved shyly at the band members giggling when they waved back.

Steve waved back at one red head giving her a wink. He threw his head back in a full belly laugh when Christian growled glaring at him. Doing a short little two step Steve moved next to his lover dropping a kiss on his cheek. "Stop glaring baby."

A couple the girls squealed seeing the affection between the two men. Mike watched Alex’s hips sway to the beat of the music while he helped set up the table for the raffle. He licked his lips stepping up behind his lover grinding his hard cock against Alex’s ass. "Do you know how I sexy you look?"

Alex grinned lean back against Mike. "Damn it Jensen I told you we can’t keep doing this." He was still grinning when Mike growled spinning him around. Alex wrapped his arms around Mike’s neck.

"Not funny Alex." Mike growled kissing his lover with heat and passion.

Jensen finally made it to the band shell where the concert was going to take place. It had taken him a half hour just to weave his way through the parade crowd from his salon. He could see Steve and Christian up on the stage doing the sound check. Those who had been at the front of the parade had started to fill into the area. Jensen saw Chelsea and her mother and Rebecca and her husband.

Everyone was buzzing about the shooting at the beginning of the parade route. Most of the gossip just speculation saying it was a mugging gone badly. But none of the police were saying anything. The only thing different is the security at the concert was beefed up with about a dozen more officers some with neon yellow vests some with just the normal uniform.

Christian hopped off the stage grabbing Jensen in a tight hug. "About time you got here Jenny."

The ME had removed the body only saying by looking at the wound it looked to be the same caliber as the bullets from the Ackles and Gibson homicides. The few witnesses around Antilles said they only thought he had a heartache until they saw blood on his shirt.

"Our killer is definately a phenomenal shot. Precise and deadly." Chad said pulling out a cigarette.

Jared snagged it taking a drag before Chad even got a puff. "You thinking professional?" He asked handing the cigarette back to Chad.

"I’m thinking Jared Padalecki should get his own pack of smokes. And this dude is a pro in the whole one shot one kill kinda’ way."

"We need to talk to Matt Passmore with SWAT. Get some insight on what we are dealing with.

They were heading back to their car when Chad’s phone chirped. "Hey Captain Beaver."

"We just got a call from William Devine. He has some information for you. He wants to meet you but only if Judge Jeffrey Dean Morgan is also in on the interview."

"What the fuck does he want the judge there for?" Chad gave Jared a confused look.

"I don’t know and I really don’t care. Just get to the judges law offices and find out what Devine knows so maybe we can stop this guy before we have another body with a hole in it." Beaver snapped hanging up the phone.

He looked over at the man sitting across from him. "You know what Devine is going to tell my detectives judge?"

"I have an idea. Karma is a bitch she is about to bite Devine on the ass." Jeff got up shaking the Captains hand.

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Jensen had Chelsea cradled in his arms, her thin arm’s wrapped around his neck while he was doing a two step as Christian sang about being a ‘Spirit Boy’. Chelsea had a big grin on her face, which made Jensen happy. The little girl had so much sadness in her life to see her happy was good for his soul.

Chelsea sang along. "I guess now I’m a Mexican because in Texas I’m a wanted man." Hanging onto Jensen was making her feel tired so she laid her head on his shoulder whispering against his ear. "I love you Jensen."

Jensen felt the tears well up in his eyes. "I love you too baby girl." As the song faded he made his way back to where Chelsea’s wheel chair was parked next a decorated table. KANE was about to end their show and Jared hadn’t arrived. Jensen was getting a little worried with the shooting earlier. Pulling out his phone he called Jared.

Jared and Chad stepped into Jeff Morgan’s office to see Jeff looking like a thunder cloud and an older man looking like he was about to piss himself. Jared understood the feeling if the judge was glaring at him like that he’d want to piss himself too. Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s temper was legendary in criminal justice community of Dallas.

"Detective’s come in have a seat." Jeff motioned them to sit in chairs opposite the man they had come to see. "This is William Devine President of the Clearview Country Club and friend to Alan Ackles and Drake Antilles. Bill this is Detective Jared Padalecki and his partner Chad Murray."

"Mr. Devine I understand you have some information about the Ackles, Gibson and Antilles murders." Chad cut to the chase already irritated at Devine’s condescending stare like he and Jared were something he scraped off his shoe. He hated rich people.

"As I’ve already told the judge. I received this letter by personal messenger yesterday." Devine handed the letter to Chad.

Jared read the letter. "What the fuck did you do Devine?"

"Youthful misadventure among friends." Devine said waiving his hand in gesture that said he didn’t see the event as anything major.

"Youthful fucking misadventure! You were in your early thirties and a girl was dead and thrown away like trash when it was over." Jeff snarled.

"What?" Jared asked feeling his own temper about to flare.

"It was unfortunate accident. No one wanted that woman to die." Devine didn’t sound the least bit remorseful.

Jeff tossed Jared the police file on the murder. The file was marked closed. As he read the report Jared started to swear. 20 years ago the beaten and raped body of young woman was found half buried on the Clearview Golf Course. She was never identified and was believed to be an illegal. The investigating detectives Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Chris Noth interviewed all employees and club member nobody knew her. When they started to suspect that maybe Devine, Ackles and Antilles might have something to do with it. The top brass squashed the investigation and the ME mysteriously lost any physical evidence they had.

Jared read further looking at the interviews. One name jumped out at him. Jensen Ross Ackles, Alan Ackles 13 year old son was interviewed gave his father an alibi for the approximate time of the murder. "You interviewed Jensen?"

"Yes I did." Jeff confirmed "And he lied for his father." Jeff’s statement hung in the air.

Jared's cell phone rang distractedly he glanced at the ID Jensen was calling him. "Padalecki."

"Jared! Is everything ok? I thought you were going to come to the concert?" Jensen asked

"Got a little busy another dead body. I have a question for you Jen and I really need you to answer me honestly."

Jared watched both Jeff and Chad both shake their heads.

Jensen tensed Jared sounded strange. "What?

"Have you ever lied to protect your father?"

"What? No I have never lied to protect my father. Why are you asking me that?"

Jared's face went stony. "I wish you had a different answer. I am going to need you to come down to the station and answer some question Mr. Ackles. Would tomorrow morning be convienet?"

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"Mr. Ackles? Jared what hell is going on?" Jensen asked trying to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Please be at the station at 9am tomorrow Mr. Ackles. Have a good evening Sir." Jared snapped his phone shut.

Devine look indignant as the three men glared at each other. "What is going to done about the threats against me?"

Jared turned his glare to the man who had effectively turned his budding love life on its ear. "You Mr. Devine are going answer every question we have to ask honestly no matter how guilty it makes you and your cronies. Then we will decide if you will be arrested."

"The investigation into that woman’s unfortunate death is closed detective." Devine answered.

"A lot of things have changed Billy boy. I’m a judge now not just a new detective. I can force the investigation reopen. Hopefully we can catch the guy targeting you before he takes his rightgous justice out of your hide." Jeff turned to Jared and Chad. "You better bring John Black in too."

Jensen felt tear prick his eyes. He didn’t understand Jared’s total change of attitude toward him. His question was so weird. ‘Had he ever lied for his father?’. Shaking his head Jensen took a deep breath. He was used to people turning on him in an instant, just most of the time they don’t fuck him first.

The band was packing up their gear Jensen walked over pasting a fake smile on his face. "Hey guys. What’s the plan for the rest of the night?"

Christian swung around taking one look at Jensen’s watery green eyes, he was hopping off the stage grabbing the younger man into a tight hug. "What the hell happened baby?"

"Nothing Chris. You can let me go now." But even as Jensen said that he tightened his hold on his friend.

"You first kid." Christian let Jensen bury his face in his neck.

It took the entire ride back the Christian and Steve's ranch house just outside Dallas for Jensen to tell them what happened. Christian saw red. "That mother fucker!" Steve was on the phone to Laz instantly. "Laz said he will pick you up tomorrow at eight."

" I don't understand why Jared asked if I had ever lied for my father. Why would I ever lie for that bastard?" Jensen asked not expecting an answer. He laid his head down on Christian's lap.

Chad slammed the car door as he got out. Jared had dropped him off at the station to pick up his own car. Leaning in the window. "I got to say something Jay. Be pissed off at me if you want. You gave Jensen a raw deal man. Even Jeff said he didn't think Jensen even knew he lied. Come on Jared he was only a thirteen year old kid."

"You know how I feel about liars. Making excuses doesn't mean Jensen Ackles isn't a liar at heart." Jared said putting the car in gear.

By the time Jared got home his anger had disapated. The sound of Jensen's voice replayed in his mind. In two days the man had grabbed hold of Jared's heart harder then anyone else. When he thought about what Jeff had said it didn't make sense that Jensen would deliberately lie aobut anything. The statement Jensen gave twenty years ago stated he had been with his dad at the club all day.

Hunter came up dropping his head into Jared's lap. Jared scratched his ears. "I hope I didn't just fuck up possibly the greatest thing in my life boy. Because that would suck."

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John Black locked his car door heading toward his back door. He was digesting what William had told him on the phone. John had been out of the country for the past month and he had no clue that Alan and Drake had been killed. All because William and Drake had wanted that little Mexican girl.

He let himself into his house. His cat Seymour came trotting up to him with a meow. Bending down he scratched the feline’s ears. "Hey there Seymour. Did you watch the place for me? Of course you did."

John went directly into his bed room shedding his clothes as he went. Stepping into his shower he tried to shake the memories of that night twenty years ago. He was as guilty as the others. He had protested but not enough to stop them from going along with William, Drake and Alan. The Gibson girl had thrown up when they dumped her body in the sand trap.

John stepped out of the shower when a loud crash came from outside. Grabbing his bath robe John peered out the window to the car port. The neighbor’s dog had once again knocked over his trash can. "Son of a bitch! That dog is a God damn menace."

He waited for his target to come outside to right his over turned trash can. After three months recon on each of the men on his list he knew their routines better than they did. An over turned trash can may not to some be a routine; it becomes one when it happens once a week.

When his target came dead center in his night scope with a simple squeeze the man crumbled to the ground. He smile heard the dog and master making their way back down the street. Taking his list from his pocket he crossed out John Black’s name. Only one name remained. William Devine.

The phone jarred Chad from a sound sleep and a perfect dream of him and Alicia Keys fucking in a hammock on a beach in the tropics. His hand slapped out on his night stand searching for his phone. "Murray. This better be important!" Chad growled.

"We have another body douche. Have your ass ready I’m on my way to pick you up." Jared’s voice sounded as tired as Chad was.

Misha was snapping photos of the body when Jared and Chad arrived. Folded cards marked where the bullet had landed after it passed completely through the victim’s chest. It appeared that the victim was picking up his knocked over trash can when he was shot.

"Good morning boys." Misha laughed. "It’s 2:30 in the am. Looks like our guy took out another one. Same caliber. From the entrance wound I’d say the shooter was across the street in the trees."

"We got an ID on the dead guy?" Chad asked crouching down next to Misha.

"John Black 62 internal auditor for Phoenix Company and member of the Clearview Country Club." Misha passed the camera to one of his assistants.

"Isn’t he the other guy Jeff told Devine to bring with him to the interview? Yeah John Black was a name on the report on the Jane Doe murder. Shit!" Jared swore.

Jensen crawled out of the California king size bed where he was sandwiched between Christian and Steve as his watch alarm started to beep. Laz would be picking him up in an hour for his appointment with Detective Padalecki.

After a night of crying, thinking and letting Christian come up with creative ways to castrate Jared Jensen felt better. He would face Jared like he had faced some one he had a one night stand with and ran into at party months later. Jensen took a shower grabbed a too go cup of coffee and left a note that he went home to change.

Jensen just put his key in the door when sound of screeching tires caught his attention. A black Mercedes pulling into his drive way. Josh jumped out of the car charging up to Jensen.

"Good morning Josh. What do I own this unpleasant visit?" Jensen asked crossing his arms.

"You better watch what you say to the cops little brother. You say something to get the Ackles name dragged through the mud and I will sue your faggot ass for everything you have." Josh snarled.

"Exactly what could I say to the police that could drag the Ackles name through the mud? If you and Dad were up to shady shit that’s on you not me. How do you know I have an appointment to talk with the police anyway?"

"Samantha Ferris called mom last night. Mom was upset and locked herself in her room all night. The only thing she said was Dad and his cronies were finally going to have to face up to all that awfulness that happened twenty years ago. What the hell is that about?" Josh demanded.

"How the fuck should I know Josh. Twenty years ago I was only thirteen years old. Dad wasn’t sharing any confidences with me."

Josh grabbed Jensen shoving him back against the door. "You just stick to whatever you told them back then and everything will be fine." Josh snarled letting Jensen go he stomped back to his car.

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Jensen’s heart slammed inside of his chest as he walked into the Dallas Homicide squad room. Laz stood next to him in his custom fit Armani suit. Jensen himself had dressed in a white button down dress shirt and charcoal grey dress pants.

His eyes searched out Jared from behind his aviators.

As soon as Jensen stepped out of the elevator Jared’s eyes watched him. It took all of the will power he had not to walked over and pull Jensen into his arms. Jared had to not snatch the sun glasses off of Jensen’s beautiful face and look into his green eyes.

"Laz Alonzo and Mr. Jensen Ackles here to Detective Chad Murray." Laz stepped forward.

Jared walked over to the two men. "Jensen you didn’t need to bring your lawyer. This is an informal questioning."

Jensen remained silent his lips thinned into a frown.

"Please call my client Mr. Ackles detective. It is Mr. Ackles right to have a lawyer present during any form of questioning." Laz said positioning himself between Jensen and Jared.

"That’s right counselor. Well gentlemen please follow me." Jared said his jaw clinched tight.

Chad followed behind the three men shaking his head. This interview was going to be about as much fun as poking himself in the eye with a sharp pencil. They had four dead prominent men who may have been responsible for the death of a young woman twenty years ago and his partner had let his temper get the best of him and fucked up any chance they had of cooperation with Jensen Ackles along with possibly the best thing that ever happened to the big idiot in his life.

The interview room was more spacious then the one Jensen had been in before. He sat down next Laz removing his sun glasses. He didn’t look at Jared but directed his attention to Chad. "So detective Murray what is it you wanted ask me?"

"Do you remember being questioned by Detective Jeffrey Dean Morgan and his partner Chris Noth on April 24, 1991 regarding the death of a woman who was found on the Clearview golf course?" Jared growled the question.

Jensen turned his eyes to glare at Jared. "I was 13 years old Detective. Of course I remember being asked if I had spent the afternoon with my father Alan Ackles at Clearview. My answer now is as it was then. I was at the country club from around 2 pm until 12am with my father."

"Was your father in you presences that entire time you were at the Clearview?"

"There are certain areas of the Clearview you must be 18 years old to enter I am pretty sure my father wasn’t glued to my ass the whole day. As I recall he had a meeting with members of the board most of the day. We had dinner then I went to an evening tennis lesson that lasted until 8pm. I saw my father again at about 10:30 when he told me to meet him at the front desk at midnight." Jensen’s voice was clipped and cold.

"Your statement from 1991 was that you were with your father the whole evening." Jared opened the file turning it so Jensen could read it.

"Detective Padalecki I know you are trying real hard to twist this so I was somehow covering for my father while he was off doing whatever crime you are accusing him of. But the truth is I answered the questions as honestly as I could." Jensen pushed the file back at Jared.

"That’s not what I’m trying to do Jen." Jared defended himself

Before Jensen could say anything Laz spoke. "Gentlemen I believe my client has answered you questions to the best of his ability. He has a business to run so we will be leaving." Laz looked directly at Jared daring him to say anything.

Chad watched Jensen got up to leave with his attorney. He couldn’t believe Jared was going to let him just walk out. He turned to Jared giving his friend that said get your head out of your ass. "Don’t let him walk out of here dummy." Chad mouthed to Jared.

"Jensen wait! Can I talk to you alone? Please." Jared got up from his chair.

Jensen’s first instinct was just to walk through the door and keep walking putting as much distance between him and Jared as he could. It was his need to know why that kept Jensen from walking out the door. He needed to know what had happened to change Jared’s feelings in just a few hours.

Turning around Jensen looked at Jared. "You will tell me exactly what happened, all of it. Because if I suffered because of someone else’s sin against you then I want to know the whole story. After that unless it involves the investigation into my father’s murder I don’t want to see you or talk to. Do you understand me?"

Jared dropped his head then looked up at Jensen again. "Yeah I understand."

Chad slapped Jared on the shoulder as he left. "Hear him out Ackles." Chad said to Jensen as he past him on his way out the door.

Laz looked at Jensen. "You sure about this Jen?" he asked.

"Yeah. Can you wait for a few minutes?"

"Sure."

Neither man spoke letting the silence fill room. Jared was hit again with how beautiful Jensen was. The sadness in his green eyes broke Jared heart. Jared licked his lips not sure where he should start or even if anything he could say would make things better.

Taking a deep breath. "First Jensen I am sorry. I lashed out at you with a knee jerk reaction and you didn’t deserve that."

"Why? You apologized but didn’t give me a reason for the way you acted that way." Jensen probed.

"Your dad’s murder is tied with what happened twenty years ago. Judge Morgan was a homicide detective back then. He told us he interviewed you and he believed you lied about your father. He also said he didn’t think you knew you were lying at the time. But I didn’t hear that. All I focused on was that you lied."

"They never asked if I was with my father every minute. Just if I came to the club with him that day. I answered truthfully."

"I know that Jensen. Christ! I can’t stand being lied too." Jared walked around the conference table closer to Jensen.

"When I was sixteen my girl friend Sandy got pregnant. I was so scared but excited too. She went to her grandmothers for Christmas and when she came back she wasn’t pregnant anymore" Jared watched tears form in Jensen’s eyes. "Sandy told me she had a miscarriage. But later I found out her parents promised her a trip to Europe if she got rid of the baby."

Jensen wrapped his arms around Jared burying his face in the long tan neck. "I’ am so sorry Jay." Jensen said letting his tears fall unchecked.

Wrapping his arms around Jensen tightly Jared felt his own eyes start to tear up. "Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything baby. I am so sorry for the way I reacted."

Pulling back a little Jensen pressed a soft kiss on Jared’s lips. "So you’re bi-sexual?" Jensen laughed at the shocked expression of Jared’s face.

Getting over his shock Jared growled pulling Jensen into a deep devouring kiss. He let his hands roam over the perfect angles of Jensen’s body. They were so caught up they didn’t hear the door open until Chad made a loud cough.

"Excuse me guys!" Chad couldn’t hide the satisfied smirk on his face. Holding his hand out to Laz

"Fuck!" Laz slapped a twenty dollar bill into Chad’s hand. They had made a bet as to whether Jensen would forgive Jared. Laz said no but Chad knew his buddy Jared better no one can resist that sad puppy charm.

William Devine threw the last of the papers that showed the money he had quietly passed to keep what happened twenty years ago quiet into the fire place. Morgan had no clue his very own partner Chris Noth had taken money from William. Noth had understood it was an accident.

After putting out for the other three the little bitch went ape shit scratching William hard while he fucked her. William’s temper got the best of him and he hit her hard enough to make her fall and hit her head. Alan had been the one who said they needed to get rid of the body somehow. Drake suggested dumping her on the golf course. Making it look like some kids used the course for a making out place. John had gotten rid of all the woman’s identification. They had forced Gibson to help move the body saying they would tell the cops they saw him kill her if he didn’t.

With all the money trail in ashes William planned to leave the country. Go to his cliff side villa in Argentina.

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Jeff sat in his office looking out the window. Twenty years ago he had been a new homicide detective fresh from patrol. He was one of the youngest officers in the Dallas PD to make detective at the age of 24. His partner Chris Noth had been a three time veteran of the homicide squad. The more Jeff thought about the investigation the more Noth’s actions didn’t seem to fit.

Noth had been the one who interviewed all of the Clearview staff alone, while Jeff interviewed Alan and Jensen. Noth was also the one who spoke with the ME. Noth always said it was clear that the young woman was an illegal who got caught up with the drugs or the prostitution circle and paid the price. It was a cold hard view even for a cop.

After the case had been closed Noth had started showing up with expensive new suits, Rolex watches, and a new car. At the time Jeff asked who he was blackmailing in jest. Now he was beginning to think he wasn’t far off the mark.

The feeling that someone was staring at him woke Jensen from his exhausted sleep. He opened one eye to see a wet black canine nose and big confused looking brown eyes staring at him. Jensen jerked back from the edge of the bed landing on top of Jared. He didn’t have a dog.

"Jared why is there a dog in my bedroom?" Jensen asked staring back at the dog who just continued to stare at Jensen.

Jared wrapped his arms around Jensen holding him in place. He turned his head opening one eye to look at his dog. "That’s Hunter. We picked him up last night." Turning his attention to Hunter. "I bet you are ready to go out aren’t you boy?"

Resting his forehead against Jared’s "I must really like you if I let talk me into bring your mutt to my house."

"Oh you’re easy Mr. Ackles. You totally cave under the gaze of sad brown puppy dog eyes and my awesome fellatio skills." Jared said with a chuckle pressing a sloppy wet kiss on Jensen’s forehead.

Retired homicide detective Chris Noth pulled into the private parking lot of the Clearview. His tee time was 9am. But before his round of golf he had a meeting with William Devine. The old man had called him late last night demanding to have a meeting. Noth had tried to reassure Devine that nothing from twenty years ago could be laid at his footsteps.

Of course Devine didn’t agree. After getting the letter and meeting with Morgan and the two detective working Ackles murder Devine was convinced that the whole sorted business was going to be opened up again and he was the only one left alive to pay the price.

Noth walked into William Devine office greeting the young secretary with a big leering smile. "Hello there I’m Chris Noth here to see Mr. Devine."

The young girl smiled up at him. "Go right in Mr. Noth. Mr. Devine is waiting for you." She reached into her desk and pulled out her purse. Mr. Devine had told her she could go on her coffee break as soon as Mr. Noth arrived.

Opening the office Noth walked into the Devine that looked more like an old English Study. "What is so urgent we needed to talk before my tee time Devin?" Noth asked shutting the office door.

Devine stood up from his desk. "I just had to tight up some loose ends before my vacation." His right arm raised a Walter PP K leveled at Noth’s chest pulling the trigger.

It took Devine a long time to roll Noth’s body up into the Persian rug. Once he had the body completely covered and the ends taped shut Devine called for a cart from housekeeping to bring the rug out to his SUV. One of the maintenance men helped him get the rug into his vehicle.

Looking across the parking lot Devine saw Noth’s car. Walking over he used Noth’s keys to open it. Devine drove the car out to the DFW air port. He took a transit bus back to Clearview. He got off the bus three blocks from the course so no one would see him getting off the public transportation. He wiped the sweat from his forehead before going back into country club.

Jensen giggled as two elderly women came in to the salon. Their mouths fell open as Randy Orton one of his massage therapists walked up front to greet them. At 6’6 he was as tall as Jared, a little heavier muscled with a military short hair cut and dark blue eyes.

"Hello ladies welcome to Ackles." Randy said

"My name is Helen Crest and this is Marie Lang. We have appointments for a complete beauty day." The short slightly overweight woman said.

"Fabulous looks like John and I have you beautiful ladies first. So please follow me." Randy turned around waving at his lover John Cena the other massage therapist to come over.

John walked over his solid body builder body displayed nicely in a red t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. He flashed the two women a huge dimpled grin. "Tell me we get these lovely ladies to ourselves for a while Randy." John said kissing each ladies hand.

Jensen swept his station preparing for his next appointment. With third wife T. Cullen Davis infamous Texas millionaire who some believed got away with murder. Mrs. Davis came in every three months to have her hair colored and get a manicure.

The front door dinged as the mail man walked in holding a bundle of mail and magazines for the salon. He smiled and waved at Jensen as he set the mail on the reception desk. Jensen waved back walking up front.

Jensen flipped through the mail stack putting the magazines on the coffee table in the waiting area. Going back to his office he put the bills in the basket of things to be paid. The last envelope had his name on it not the salon’s. Inside the envelope was one folded piece of paper.

"Should the son suffer for the sins of the father?"

Jensen read it twice feeling his heart start to race.

"What the fuck?"

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After a brief discussion with the conservative party that was backing Alan Ackles, Josh decided to step into the governor’s race in his father’s place. His first order of business in running was to distance himself from the whole sorted mess of his father’s murder.

Josh released a statement that announced his intention to take his father’s spot on the ballot, with the full support of the party and the Ackles family. He also commented on the ongoing investigation of Alan’s murder which he called an assassination and the Ackles family had complete confidence in the Dallas Police Department to solve the case. He also assured voters that he would stand firm on all the points in which his father had ran.

Sitting down at his desk Josh started to go through his mail. The last letter in the stack caught his attention. Josh’s hands started to shake as he read the one line note.

"Should a son suffer for the sins of the father?"

"What the fuck!" Josh looked at the envelope for a return address but there was none. His first thought was Jensen had sent the letter as a prank. Snatching up his phone he called his brothers number.

"Did you send me the letter Jensen?" Josh snapped as soon as Jensen answered the phone.

"What! Josh?" Jensen asked confused.

"Don’t play stupid Jensen. You know damn well its Josh. Answer the question. Did you send the letter?"

"Letter? Oh My God! You got a letter too?" Jensen felt his insides roll.

"What do you mean too? Did you get a letter? Shit! Have you called your cop?" Josh started to pace his office. He cursed Alan under his breath. His father was a bastard. Now someone threaten him and Jensen because of something he had done.

"Jensen get your ass home and have your cop meet us at the house."

"You’re coming to my house?" Jensen was confused.

"Home Jensen! The place you grew up. Call Padalecki and have him meet us there little brother." Josh said hanging up.

Jensen leaned against the kitchen counter sipping the coffee his mother had poured him watching his brother pace the length of the galley like kitchen. His mother was sitting at the table next to Josh’s wife and their little sister Mackenzie. The two letters sat ominously on the counter next Jensen.

"Jesus Christ! Josh sit down you’re giving me a headache with all the pacing." Mackenzie snapped.

"Mackenzie! Watch your mouth young lady." Donna scolded her youngest child.

Jared and Chad walked into the Ackles home like they lived there making their way to the kitchen CSI Misha Collins following behind them. Stepping into the kitchen Jared went directly to Jensen wrapping him into a tight hug. "You ok baby?" he whispered in Jensen’s ear.

"A little freaked out, but otherwise I’m good. Josh is about to have stroke over this though." His brother glared a Jensen who stuck his tongue out at Josh.

"Excuse me if I get worked up when death threats are delivered in the morning mail!" Josh snapped before turning his attention to the short black haired man picking up the envelopes and letters with tweezers’ and latex gloves. "You don’t think who ever sent the letters put something toxic in them do you?"

Misha looked at Josh digging a small vial out of his jacket. "I can do a preliminary test for toxicants now. If the test is positive I’ll have to run more tests at the lab." Misha took a small swab dropping the tip into the vial. "And it looks like your psycho isn’t the poisoning type."

"Good. Good." Josh nodded.

Chad watched the reactions on every ones face to the news. Everyone except Josh’s wife Amy looked relieved. She looked like she already knew the letters didn’t have any poison on them. "Hey Misha get everyone in the families finger prints."

"Why would you need our finger prints? I assure you no one in the family sent the letters" Donna glared at the Chad.

"It’s standard procedure Mrs. Ackles so we can know if there are any foreign prints." Misha explained.

William Devine slid into his SUV starting it up then got back out to smoke a cigarette like he did every day. He was very conscious not to stray from his normal routine. He didn’t want any possible witness telling the cops he was acting funny. He chatted with the son of one of board members. Waved at some society matrons on their way to play tennis. Nothing Devine did seem out of ordinary.

It took him an hour in the evening traffic to get to the private access road on his property. On the far north corner was a murky algae filled pond. It was the almost perfect place to dump a body.

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Amy Ackles fidgeted shifting her weight from one foot to the other, taking her hands in and out of the pockets of her slacks. She hoped her face didn’t show her guilt. She was as glad as she could be that Alan Ackles was dead and she hoped his soul was roasting in the deepest pits of Hell.

She had only been married to Josh for three months the first time Alan raped her. He had threatened her saying he would tell everyone she seduced him if she told anyone. Amy looked out the glass patio door at his four year old son playing in the backyard. There was a very good possibility that he was Alan’s son and not Josh’s.

Josh looked at his wife. She was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He mouthed ‘I love you’ to Amy. Her eyes welled with up tears. Started to step toward her when a loud shriek came from outside. His son was crying holding the side of his cheek. He rushed outside scooping him up.

"He got stung by a bee."

Jensen stood in awe at how his brother took care of his son. Josh wiped the tears away cradling his son while Amy put an ice cold rag against his cheek. Josh was a great father unlike Alan had been. He had always thought of Josh as a clone of Alan, but seeing him with his own son was giving Jensen new insight into Josh.

While the Ackles were comforting the baby Chad pulled Jared aside. "I think Amy Ackles sent the letters. She has that ashamed guilty look."

"Let’s wait until the finger prints come back before we start accusing someone in the family of sending the letters." Jared said watching the family looking for any other sign that they could be involved.

He watched Devine push the retired cop’s body into the pond. The old man truly thought he could get away with anything. He pondered letting Devine get caught on the murder. Killing a cop, even a retired dirty one was a capital offense in Texas. But then he didn’t put much faith into the police. If you had the right amount of money anything was over looked.

Devine mopped the sweat from his forehead with a shaky hand. He watched the body sink into the water. Tomorrow he would come and check on the pond before he went to the air port. Make sure the body hadn’t floated up. By the end of the hot Texas summer the algae and pond scum will have turned the body to slime.

Misha rushed the finger prints through the system. But they came up with nothing but the two Ackles brothers. The two letters never went through the post office. Padalecki and Murray weren’t going to like that news. The ballistics on the bullets from the three crime scene were high powered standard sniper bullets with a twisting groove that could only be compared if they could find the rifle used. Forensically they had a whole lot of nothing.

His son made motor boat sounds splashing in the bath tub making Jeff chuckle. "Da,fish!" Gage babbled with toothy grin up at his father.

"Yes you are a little fish." Jeff playfully poked Gage in the belly.

Jeff heard the phone ring and Hilary pick it up. Seconds later she popped her head into the bathroom. "Phone is for you. A Beverley Noth she said it was urgent." She handed Jeff the phone. "I’ll finish Mr. Man’s bath."

Taking the phone stepping out of the bathroom. "Hey Bev it’s been a long time."

"Jeff! Chris is missing. I don’t know what to do."

"Chris is missing? What happened Beverley start from the beginning." Jeff said going to his desk pulling out some paper and a pen.

Jeff listened to Beverley sob her way through what she knew of Chris’s plans for the day. He had an early meeting with William Devine and then an early tee time. He was suppose to meet Bev at the Belmonte for dinner at 7p but Chris never showed up. Bev called Chris’s cell and had the On Star on his car track. They said it was at the air port.

"Ok Bev don’t worry I’ll check into this." Jeff assured the distraught woman.

Jared sat in one of the barber chairs in Jensen’s salon. The Salon was closed but Jensen needed to check on some deliveries that had come in. He looked at his reflection in the mirror running his fingers through his unruly mop.

Jensen came out of his back room Jared turned. "You should cut my hair. It’s been a while since I had it done."

Jensen walked slowly over to Jared letting his hips give a sultry roll before crawling into his lovers lap. "No. I will not cut your hair. I like it this way. Any way it would be like cutting Christian’s mane it would be travesty." Jensen threaded his fingers through Jared’s chestnut mane.

Jared pulled Jensen down into a kiss that barely started before his phone was ringing. "Shit!" Jared fished his cell out of his pocket.

"Padalecki."

"Jared it’s Jeff did you and Murray talk to my old partner about the investigation?" Jeff asked.

"We planned on it but we haven’t yet. Why?" Jared asked running his hand down Jensen’s back while Jensen combed his hair back with his hands.

"He's disappeared."

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Christian slid his key into Jensen’s door pushing it open with his hip because his hands were full with grocery sacks. The sound of hooves was all he heard before a caramel colored dog barreled into him.

Jensen heard a crash and cursing he rushed into the kitchen to see groceries spilled out on the floor with Christian being licked by Hunter. "Hunter! Down! Get back! Hunter!"

Jensen grabbed the dog’s collar pulling him off his friend.

Steve walked through the door and Hunter was off Christian to excitedly jump at Steve. "Hey there." Steve patted

Hunter’s head. "When did you get a dog Jen?"

"Not mine. Hunter is Jared’s dog, I’m just dog sitting." Jensen answered finally getting Hunter under control.

Christian got up from the floor laughing as Hunter started to chase his tail until he ran into the refrigerator. "A little touched in the head isn’t he?"

"Then you guys should get along great." Steve teased dodging Christian’s slinging hand with a chuckle.

The DFW airport was one of the busiest in the world, which made investigating a possible crime almost impossible. There was nothing unusual about Noth's car in the long term parking other then it was completely wiped down. No finger prints were found even Noth’s.

Jeff lit a cigarette watching the crime scene team process the car. His gut churned with the knowledge that Chris Noth a man he had considered a friend was most likely a dirty cop and possible accessory to multiple murders. Now it looked like Noth was on the run.

With his back ground coming from single mother home, being a cop and going to law school Jeff knew how the lure of easy money could tempt a detective to look the other way. There was always some dealer or pimp willing to shell out money for a free pass. Jeff just didn’t want to believe Chris had been one of the cops that looked the other way.

"So Jeff what did Mrs. Noth tell you on the phone?" Chad asked lighting his own cigarette.

"Just that Chris had an early meeting with Devine and an early tee time. She didn’t know about the rest of his day, but Chris was suppose to meet her for dinner and he never showed. Bev called the club and they told her Chris never showed up for his tee off."

"Think he would just take off leave his wife and everything?" Chad asked blowing smoke out his nose.

The memory of when Beverly had a cancer scare and how Chris flipped out at the thought he might lose her came to Jeff.

Chris could have skipped town but he would have never left Beverly. "Chris would never leave his wife."

Swirling his brandy William surveyed his wall of accomplishments. His Ivey League degree, the award where they claimed him the youngest Business Man of the year, one for charitable donations. Intermingled with the awards were pictures of his family. He had three children who all were successful in their pursuits. His wife was the coldest bitch to ever grace the planet.

Closing his eyes William pictured the pure sexy Margirta Cardenas. She was petite and curvy the way only Latin women can be, with thick ink black curls that hung almost to her waist. Carolina had been working in housekeeping at the club when Drake had stumbled on to her.

Drake had flirted his way into Margarita's panties and shared his conquest with the rest of them. After a night of drinking the four friends had devised a way they could all partake in her charms. Drake invited Carolina out after she was done with her shift. He spiked her drink with a little GHB. They all took their turns with the little whore.

When it was William’s turn the drug and liquor had started to wear off. Margarita started to struggle and fight him. In a rage he hit her and choked her out. He fucked the broken girl brutally. Then when he was done Carolina laid life less.

For years William had justified his actions because of his anger issues. That if she hadn’t freaked out everything would have been fine. It was Margarita’s own fault she was dead. They all had played a part in her death. Now William was the only one left to keep the secret.

Donna Ackles sat alone in her bedroom thinking of all the dirty secrets she had kept for her husband. She knew that Alan had forced himself on Amy she even suspected that her grandson might actually be Alan’s son. She knew that Alan had Jensen’s first boy friend almost beat to death for making his son queer. Alan also forced Mackenzie’s best friend from grade school to leave town by getting her father fired. She also knew Alan and his friends had raped a young girl 20 years ago and possibly killed her.

When Alan had kicked Jensen out Donna had told Alan she was going to tell all his little secrets. It was the first time Alan ever struck her. His answer was to tell Donna if she told anyone he would kill all of her children. Donna believed he was capable of killing his own children so she kept quiet. Now Alan was gone and those secrets were weighting heavily on her soul. But did she want her children to know what their father was really capable of?

Jared let himself into Jensen’s house. He could hear the soft strumming of guitar strings and perfectly matched harmonies. Walking into the living room Jared was quiet listening and watching. Jensen lay with his head in the lap of a guy with long shoulder length reddish brown hair. A guy with curly dark blonde hair sat on the opposite love seat strumming on a guitar. All three men were singing. Hunter lay in front of the patio door sleeping.

"I got my toes in the water my ass in the sand not a care in the world cool beer in my hand life is good today…"

Clapping startled the three singing. "Zac Brown. Love that song." Jared said with a smile.

"Jared!" Jensen said getting up grabbing Jared in a tight hug.

Christian reached out grabbing the back of Jensen’s jeans pulling him back pushing him toward Steve. "Hold on there Jenny. Junior and I have to have a conversation." he looked at Jared. "I’m Christian Kane. That’s Steve Carlson."

"Christian!" Jensen said in a warning tone.

"Jared Padalecki." Jared crossed his arms waiting to hear what the blue eyed cowboy had to say.

"Listen up gigantor because this is the only time I’m going to say this. Get Jensen all torn up like you did the other day and I will hurt you." Christian glared at the tall man.

Jared nodded. "I expect nothing less from Jensen’s best friends."

Chad scraped the last of the mayo from the jar spreading it on his bread. His cell started to ring. "Murray."

"Detective Chad Michael Murray?" the raspy voice asked.

"Yes. Who is this?" Chad set the butter knife down.

"You are investigating the recent murders and the disappearance of a retired detective named Christopher Noth correct?"

"Yes I am. Who is this?" Chad Asked again.

"No one of importance. You should look in the pond on William Devine’s property. You well find everything you are looking for." The call ended.

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Waking up with Jensen curled against him was something Jared could really get used to. Pulling his sleeping lover on top of him Jared closed his eyes letting sleep catch him again his hands cupping Jensen’s firm butt.

Twenty minutes later the two men were jarred awake by the shrill of Jared’s phone. Reaching over Jared blindly searched for his phone. "Padalecki." He answered.

"Her name was Margarita Cárdenas. She worked at the club and they threw her away like she was a piece of trash." The angry voice seethed.

"And you wanted them to pay with their lives right? You loved her and you took your vengeance." Jared said calmly.

"Any brother would, if he loved his sister like I loved mine."

Jensen woke up when Jared’s hold on him grew tighter to the point of hurting him. He looked up blinking at Jared. "Who was that on the phone?" Jensen mouthed the question.

"I have a sister myself. I would kill anyone who hurt her. I understand. I can help you. Let me help you." Jared looked into Jensen’s eyes as he spoke.

"Sorry I can’t do that. I have one more thing to do and then it will be all be over. I just wanted to make sure you knew her name." the line disconnected.

"Shit!" Jared swore.

Jensen stroked his hand down Jared’s chest. "Who was on the phone? Something about the case?"

"It was the killer. Son of a bitch!" Jared growled pushing Jensen off of him getting up.

"What? Who?" Jensen jumped up from the bed.

Jared ignored his questions dragging on his jeans while he called Chad. "Hey dude the bastard called me. What? You’re shitting me! Yeah I’m on my way in."

"Jared what is going on?" Your scaring me Jensen stated again pulling on a pair of sweats.

Jared turned cupping Jensen's face pressing a lingering kiss on his lips.

"I've got to go. I'll call you later."

William Devine woke up cursing the loud banging inside his head. Sitting up he rubbed his temple realizing the banging wasn't in his head but someone banging on his front door.

He went to his bedroom window to see police cars in his driveway. "Shit!"

The divers waded into the murky water of the pond. It didn't take them long to find what they were searching for. Jeff watched as they pulled the body from the pond. Collin's squatted down removing the covering on the face. "Hey Judge can you do an ID?"

Jeff looked down at the face of his former partner. "Yeah that's Christopher Noth." Jeff swore. "Jesus you stupid fucker Chris."

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William Devine rushed down to his cellar to the tunnel that went to the barn. He had his ranch truck parked there, no one would see him slip into the barn and drive away. He was confident his bitch of a wife would keep the police occupied giving William enough time to make it to the airport. He could be on a plane to South America before the police realized he wasn’t home.

Clarice answered her front door her aged face pinched in a frown. The two young men standing on her door step showed the detective badges before even saying anything. "What can I do for you detectives?"

"I’m Detective Chad Michael Murray and this is my partner Jared Padalecki we have a warrant to search the house and property. We also have an arrest warrant for your husband William. Is he home?" Chad asked handing Clarice the two warrants.

Clarice glanced over the documents. "The bastard is upstairs as far as I know.

I heard him come home last night."

Once the patrolman walked up to Jared whispering something in his ear. "Hey Chad you got this? They found something in the pond."

After making it his business to know everything there was to know about each of his targets. He knew that Devine would run and use the old tunnel from the house to the barn. He leaned against one of the stall doors and waited.

Pushing the tunnel door open with a groan William stepped into the barn. When he turned around his heart sank leaning against one of the stalls was a man dressed in black tactical gear and a vest that had DPD emblassend in yellow on the front. The head had a baseball cap pulled down hiding most of his face from view.

"Hello there officer. Can I ask why you are in my barn?" William asked his voice taking an accusing tone.

"I’m here because it’s time you paid for you crimes Mr. Devine." He took a step toward Devine.

"Crimes? What crimes? I am a law abiding citizen."

"Do you believe in retribution Devine? That a man must be judged by his actions and face the consequences of those actions at some point?" he paused pulling his gun from his holster. "I believe that."

"What are you doing? I haven’t committed any crime." Devine said frantically trying to back pedal.

"Do you even remember her name? No I bet you don’t. Margarita Cárdenas that was her name. She was the most beautiful sister any boy could ever have. You and your friends took her away from me."

Devine kept backing up his eyes darting from side to side. His mind raced with thoughts of running or dodging behind something before the man could shoot him. "I don’t know who you are but I have money. More money than anyone knows about publically."

"Shut up! Shut up! You think I’d take money from you? Let me be clear Devine there is nothing you could say, do or offer me that will stop me from killing you." He stepped closer leveling his weapon at Devine’s head. "Say hello to your buddies in Hell for me Devine." He pulled the trigger.

The sound of the shot echoed through the barn. Calmly he went and picked up the shell casing walking over to where Devine had crumbled. He took a white piece of paper out of his pocket he tucked into the knot into Devine’s lapel. Slipping out the back of the barn he made his way back toward the pond and his search of the surrounding area.

Jared stopped to listen. The sound he heard was like a soft echo of a gun shot. Jeff stood next to him. "Did you hear that? It sounded like a gun shot?" he asked.

Jeff followed Jared’s gaze but saw nothing. "I didn’t hear anything."

Jared shook his head. "I heard something. Hey Collin’s you have anyone on the old barn?"

"Not yet. Everyone is doing a grid search." Misha answered.

"Jeff and I got it." Jared took off toward the barn. He was sure he heard a shot and it came from there.

The barn was one of those fabricated aluminum long half circle type. The stalls were attached to the ground and not the building. From the looks the stalls hadn’t seen horses in them for a long time. An older model F150 sat at one end probably used as a work truck by a care taker.

Jeff walked around the truck spotting the body lying on ground. "Shit! Padalecki! I found Devine." Jeff knelt down next to the body.

Devine had a single shot to the chest, he was dead before he hit the ground. "Son of a bitch!" Jared swore staring down at the body. "Hey is that a piece of paper under his lapel?"

Pulling a rubber glove out of his pocket Jared reached down carefully pulling the paper from the lapel. Opening it revealing a type written letter.

I, William Devine with Alan Ackles, Drake Antilles, John Black and Thomas Gibson raped and murdered Margareta Cardenas and dumped her body on the Clearview Golf Course.

I also bribed Detective Christopher Noth into covering

up the murder so my victim would remain nameless and

forgotten. Twenty years later I shot and killed Noth

dumping his body in the pond on my property.

In Texas the murder of a police officer even a retired one

is a capital crime and thus subject to the death penalty. My sentence has been carried out.

"Jesus Christ! Is this a suicide note or did someone help Devine evade justice?" Jared snapped.

The rest of the afternoon was like a carnival sideshow. There were no prints on the letter. The position of the wound leaned toward Devine being killed. His wife was hardly grieving Devine’s death. Jared was pissed and exhausted by the time he returned to Jensen’s apartment.

Jensen was watching Deadliest Warrior curled on his sofa when Jared walked in. He could see the exhaustion hanging on Jared. He opened his arms in invitation for his lover to cuddle with him. Jensen rubbed Jared’s tense neck and shoulders pressing soft kisses along the curve of his jaw.

"William Devine was murdered while there was a platoon of police swarming his property." Jared murmured sliding down so he could lay his head on Jensen’s lap.

Combing his fingers through Jared’s thick hair Jensen said the first thing that occurred to him. "Do you think the person who killed them is a cop?"

Jared jolted straight up. "What did you just say?"

TBC>>>>>

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Jared had shot up off the couch starting to pace the room. "Fuck! Jesus I’m so fucking stupid." Jared ranted running his hand through his hair.

"Jared? Did I say something wrong? It’s just a thought." Jensen got up.

"What?" Jared looked at Jensen seeing he was worried. "No Jen. You are a genius. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before." Jared wrapped his arms around Jensen. "I’ve got to call Chad."

Chad stood on his patio smoking a cigarette watching the sun set. He could smell his neighbor’s barbeque and hear the occasional feminine giggle. Chad needed to get himself a girl, especially now that Jared was getting regular action. He’d be begging Jared for the sorted details of gay sex soon if he didn’t.

His phone was ringing when Chad stepped back into the house. The caller ID said it was Jared. "Hey big guy. What’s up?"

"The assassin is a cop."

"What?" Chad asked gripping the phone tighter.

"Think about it. Devine was killed while half the Dallas PD was prowling around the property. Misha said the kill shots were all high powered suppressed rounds, SWAT uses. Christ Chad he was right there with us." Jared slammed his fist into the wall making Jensen jump.

Blood trickled down Jared’s hand from his slit open knuckles. He didn't even feel the pain until Jensen wrapped a wet wash cloth around his hand. He hissed when the cool cloth touched his knuckle. Jared continued to talk to Chad as he watched Jensen gently take care of his hand.

"We need to find out the names of everyone who was at Devine’s and we have to keep it hush." Chad started to pace his living room.

"You get Passmore from SWAT and Collins and bring them to Jensen’s." Jared ended the call.

Martin Carr wiped the sweat from the back of his neck as he walked through the SWAT gym locker room. He checked his roots in the mirror. His natural black color was just starting to show below the sun kissed blonde. He needed to visit the salon and get a touch up. Nobody but Jensen Ackles knew he had dark hair.

Carr had started getting his hair dyed blonde in college after he had his name legally changed from Martin Cárdenas to Martin Carr. Jensen had been in his dorm and took one look at the atrocious dye job he had done himself and insisted on fixing it.

It wasn’t until Carr became a police officer that he found out that Jensen’s father was Alan Ackles. When he had killed the bigoted bastard he felt he was not only avenging his sister but Jensen also. Jensen didn’t deserve to have an asshole like Alan for a father.

Jensen’s cell phone rang. "Hey Marty how goes it?" he answered as he side stepped Jared’s little huddle with his police buddies.

"All little hectic. Sorry to hear about your dad." Martin fiend sympathy.

"Thanks Marty. So I guess you called to make your usual appointment." Jensen quickly changed the subject.

"You know me too well. I’m free this evening can you fit me in?"

Jensen looked over at Jared, then at the clock. It was 7p his salon was closed, Jensen had been known to open it up for special clients. "Sure I can. Can you be at the salon in about a half hour?"

"I'll see you there." Marty confirmed.

Jensen grabbed his keys wrote a note for Jared about where he was going and placed it under the coffee cup he set next to his lover before he left.

Dallas SWAT commander Matt Passmore past the list of his team that had been at the ranch when Devine was killed. "I think you are barking up the wrong tree on this one Padalecki. My team is solid."

Jared picked up the list. He handed Misha the list so the CSI could run the names. Misha's own team had checked out along with all the patrol and homicide personal that were on the scene. They were looking for Hispanic cops who had sisters who were dead or missing and around the age of 35. "You don't know how much I want to believe that Matt." Jared picked up the coffee Jensen had set down. He read the note.

Jay,

Went to the salon for a special appointment with a long time cliente. One of your brothers in blue Martin Carr. Be back later.

Love you

Jensen

Misha's lap top hummed as it pulled up information on Passmore's team. Ten guys only four including Passmore over thrity years old. Matt Passmore 31, Timothy Mcgill 31, Kenny Davis 37, and Martin Carr 35. All the intial information checked out, Misha dug deeper. The only name the ws flagged was Martin Carr.

"Martin Carr used to be Martin Cardenas. After leaving the foster system he changed his last name and attended college." Misha read from the file.

"What does Carr look like?" Chad asked Passmore.

"Dirty blonde hair, light brown eyes about 5'8 athletic."

"Misha can you pull up pictures of Carr from before he changed his name and now and the picture of the girl dumped on the golf course?" Jared asked scooting around so he could see the laptop screen. With a few key strokes Misha pulled up the requested pictures. It was obivous that Carr was trying hide his ethnisity. The resemblence between the girl and the young Martin was uncanny.

Passmore looked at the screen over Jared's shoulder. "Fuck me! Shit Marty."

"Son of a bitch!" Jared read Jensen's note again. "Carr is with Jensen at the salon!" Jared jumped up

Jensen fastened the barber cap around Marty's neck before he pulled on his rubber gloves. He already had all the dye mixed. "You ready?"

"You bet." Marty's answered with a smile.

The smell of peroxcide filtered through the air. Jensen and Marty chatted about this and that as he wrapped plastic wrap around Marty's hair and sat him under a dryer. Marty closed his eyes relaxing as the warm air blew down on his head.

Jensen grabbed the clip broad that had the order sheets for his inventory. He started with the shampoos.

After Jensen rinsed out Marty's hair and blew it dry. Marty grabbed his hand. "Jensen I hope you know I consider you one of my greatest friends."

Jensen squeezed Marty's hand. "That's how I think of you too. Marty."

Jared and Chad entered the salon with their guns drawn. "Cardenas! put your hands up and step away from Jensen!"

Martin swung around wrapping his arm Jensen's neck pulling his own gun. "I don't think so Padalecki."

"You're under arrest for the murder of Alan Ackles, Drake Antilles, John Black, Thomas Gibson, and William Devine. Don't make this any harder then it already is." Chad said in a calm voice.

"A just punishment for gang rape and murder."

"You're a fucking cop! You know a murder case is active until is solved. You could have pushed to have the case looked into again. You didn't have to kill five men." Jared said taking a step forward. Over

Cardenaz's shoulder he saw Passmore moving silently up behind his officer.

The sound of a gun shot rang out blood and brain matter splattered over Jensen's face. Martin's body fell away from him as a wave of panic washed over Jensen. Jared had him wrapped tightly in his arms in an instant glaring at Passmore. "What the fuck Passmore?"

"He got what he had coming to him." Passmore answered as the salon was flooded with police.

Epilog

It was a month before Jensen reopened the salon having completly redecorating. His mother had thrown him a big reopening party that everyone including his brother Josh attended. Mackenzie floated around showing everyone the huge rock her boyfriend had given for an engagement ring.

Christian and Steve gave a mini concert. Everyone seemed ready to put the events of past two month behind them.

Jared walked up behind Jensen wrapping his arm around his slim waist kissing his neck. "Everyone seems to be having a good time."

"Yeah. How many times has Mack showed you here ring?"

Jared laughed. "Only about a dozen times. But all is good." Jared fingered the gold band he had slipped on Jensen's finger earlier that night.

Jensen turned kissing Jared. "I love you Jared Padalecki."

"I love you Jensen Ackles-Padalecki."

THE END